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their doom.

Do thou decide if right or wrong were done--

Thy dooming, whatsoe'er it be, contents me.

Athena:

Too mighty is this matter, whatsoe'er

Of mortals claims to judge hereof aright.

Yea, me, even me, eternal Right forbids

To judge the issues of blood-guilt, and wrath

That follows swift behind. This too gives pause,

That thou as one with all due rites performed

Dost come, unsinning, pure, unto my shrine.

Whate'er thou art, in this my city's name,

As uncondemned, I take thee to my side,--

Yet have these foes of thine such dues by fate,

I may not banish them: and if they fail,

O'erthrown in judgment of the cause, forthwith

Their anger's poison shall infect the land--

A dropping plague-spot of eternal ill.

Thus stand we with a woe on either hand:

Stay they, or go at my commandment forth,

Perplexity or pain must needs befall.

Yet, as on me Fate hath imposed the cause,

I choose unto me judges that shall be

An ordinance for ever, set to rule

The dues of blood-guilt, upon oath declared.

But ye, call forth your witness and your proof,

Words strong for justice, fortified by oath;

And I, whoe'er are truest in my town,

Them will I chose and bring, and straitly charge,

"Look on this cause, discriminating well,

And pledge your oath to utter nought of wrong.

Exit Athena.

Chorus:

Now are they all undone, the ancient laws,

If here the slayer's cause

Prevail; new wrong for ancient right shall be

If matricide go free.

Henceforth a deed like his by all shall stand,

Too ready to the hand:

Too oft shall parents in the aftertime

Rue and lament this crime,--

Taught, not in false imagining, to feel

Their children's thrusting steel:

No more the wrath, that erst on murder fell

From us, the queens of Hell.

Shall fall, no more our watching gaze impend--

Death shall smite unrestrained.

Henceforth shall one unto another cry

"Lo, they are stricken, lo, they fall and die

Around me!" and that other answers him,

"O thou that lookest that thy woes should cease,

Behold, with dark increase

They throng and press upon thee; yea, and dim

Is all the cure, and every comfort vain!"

Let none henceforth cry out, when falls the blow

Of sudden-smiting woe,

Cry out in sad reiterated strain

"O Justice, aid! aid, O ye thrones of Hell!"

So though a father or a mother wail

New-smitten by a son, it shall no more avail,

Since, overthrown by wrong, the fane of Justice fell!

Know, that a throne there is that may not pass away,

And one that sitteth on it--even Fear,

Searching with steadfast eyes man's inner soul:

Wisdom is child of pain, and born with many a tear;

But who henceforth,

What man of mortal men, what nation upon earth,

That holdeth nought in awe nor in the light

Of inner reverence, shall worship Right

As in the older day?

Praise not, O man, the life beyond control,

Nor that which bows unto a tyrant's sway.

Know that the middle way

Is dearest unto God, and they thereon who wend,

They shall achieve the end;

But they who wander or to left or right

Are sinners in his sight.

Take to thy heart this one, this soothfast word--

Of wantonness impiety is sire;

Only from calm control and sanity unstirred

Cometh true weal, the goal of every man's desire.

Yea, whatsoe'er befall, hold thou this word of mine:

"Bow down at Justice' shrine,

Turn thou thine eyes away from earthly lure,

Nor with a godless foot that altar spurn."

For as thou dost shall Fate do in return,

And the great doom is sure.

Therefore let each adore a parent's trust,

And each with loyalty revere the guest

That in his halls doth rest.

For whoso uncompelled doth follow what is just,

He ne'er shall be unblest;

Yea, never to the gulf of doom

That man shall come.

But he whose will is set against the gods,

Who treads beyond the law with foot impure,

Till o'er the wreck of Right confusion broods--

Know that for him, though now he sail secure,

The day of storm shall be; then shall he strive and fail,

Down from the shivered yard to furl the sail,

And call on Powers, that heed him nought, to save

And vainly wrestle

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